Rico Nasty, Warhol.SS - Keep Heat lyrics
[Rico Nasty, Warhol.SS - Keep Heat lyrics]
Listen, I keep heat, yeah
We're out on these streets, yeah
Keep ones on my feet, yeah
We duck on police, yeah
Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
Just might fuck your niece, yeah
Velcro fold like crease, yeah
Work like elbow grease
Gosha my linen, I keep me a pigeon
Made the decision, now codeine I'm pissin'
Back to back bitches, I keep me a fifty
Chop up the dough how she fuck up the kitchen
Chef on my bitches, come stay with the lemons
Take any doses, I pilfer the feeling
Fuck with emotion, I can't see the ceiling
I put the dot on the head like you Krillin
Switch up the dot
Keep the beam on the steamer
Fendi my focus, I drip like a preacher
Keep pressing on me and I lean like a meter
My Cuban in cleaners, it needed a cleanup
I switch up the pace, I watch for the Jakes
I beat it like Zay, piano I play
I play with the keys, and I move by the day
Bust out the form, we swerving the hate
I'm needing my check so I fly overseas
Keep Undercover like I cut up tees
Bitches bustin', they be sticking like fleas
Slimy niggas, wipe your nose like a sneeze
Niggas be wanting something
Pissy, I know you're fussy
And I know we tuckin' niggas a dime a dozen
He pour the Robitussin
Keep Aquafina, put three in a liter
I'm Simon they do it, it's follow the leader
I trap in the bando, hit me on the beeper
I pour when I'm landing
I'm kissing the Easter
I'm fly like air force i keep me some horses
I kill like abortion i popped an extortion
In Paris, I need me some woods, I import 'em
Nigga be fishin', like fuck it
I don't want it
Listen, I keep heat, yeah
We're out on these streets, yeah
Keep ones on my feet, yeah
We duck on police, yeah
Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
Just might fuck your niece, yeah
Velcro fold like crease, yeah
Work like elbow grease
Rollin' loud, smokin' loud
Ain't have a car, I can't valet it now
Talking shit, pulling up
Point em out, like who the one who said it
Now? Few pounds, touch down
He said, "I never seen a bitch bust it down"
Watch what you doing and who you do it to
'Cause what go around could come back around
If money was milkin', I need me a cow
Proving 'em wrong like did I hear a doubt?
Gotta roll out, you fucking up my count
You see what I'm doing
You know what I'm about
When I count my stacks
That shit make sound effect
Got these bitches really mad 'cause they
See I'm in my bag
They like, "Oh my goodness, you
Wish you fucking could, bitch"
In a new car with a white girl
That's a Cool Whip ain't no one to fool with
Never on no bullshit
Just made a lot of money and
I spent it on that outfit
Listen, I keep heat, yeah
We're out on these streets, yeah
Keep ones on my feet, yeah
We duck on police, yeah
Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
Just might fuck your niece, yeah
Velcro fold like crease, yeah
Work like elbow grease
Listen, I keep heat, yeah
We're out on these streets, yeah
Keep ones on my feet, yeah
We duck on police, yeah
Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
Just might fuck your niece, yeah
Velcro fold like crease, yeah
Work like elbow grease